Songs

Album: Front Row Seat To The End Of The World

Organized religion has pretty much marketed itself to be a business, but Invest In Heaven takes it a step further. If people could make heaven a publicly traded corporation, they would. You can advertise heaven on your coffin when you die, put a down payment towards a closer seat next to God, and pay off your sins like credit card debt. So the next time the basket comes around at your parish, invest in a little piece of heaven.

I Marry Money (Rebeca) was written about a pig of a boss I once worked for. She lived amongst the cockroaches in a rundown apartment and got married to someone who ‘saved’ her and bought her a lot of things. She used those things as an attempt to fill an empty void in her life, but failed miserably at doing so. She thought that trying to change other people around her could help change herself. As much as she strives to be a unique flower each day, she is simply one of the many cockroaches left behind, crawling around on her apartment floor.

You’ve hit a point in life where you have followed the perfect sequence. You’ve got the degree you wished you never got, you’ve earned the career that doesn’t pay for the degree, and you bought the house you can’t afford. Love . Kids . Marriage is the next step to a life of happiness and infidelity.

The age of excess has come to an end in the song Paris in Poverty. Our glamourous celebrities offer themselves for sex to the general public in exchange for food, and Wall Street business men become the new look for drug pushers. Everyone now gets the chance to look like the anorexic supermodels they envied in the magazines. Les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu'on a perdus.

Love You When You're Dead was written a few days after MIchael Jackson died. The title simply says it all. People generally like to predict the collapse of the rich and famous, and wait to coin them a legend once they die. Of course, the people who love these iconic stars dead are those who hung around them the most; waiting on standby to mourn their death in the tears of profit. Basically, anyone who was a doctor, lawyer, record company, or drug dealer in their present life.

People tend to hear this song and assume we are anti-Obama. We're not. Sometimes we get comments from fans thinking that we're hating on him, but this song simply points out the human behavior of extremism. You know, the stuff that makes humans ticking timebombs. Some view this man either as God or the Antichrist, or not a man at all. So, if you fall somewhere within this extreme way of thinking, this song is about you.

In the song Sunday School, a priest (who actually doesn't molest boys) starts to wonder if he wasted his whole life by repressing his natural human instincts in exchange for purity and faith. The children in his Sunday school class mock the priest, stating everything he has ever been told means nothing. Sadly, he knows they are right, and realizes there is still hope in life to be a shitty person like everyone else...

Cleopatra was a 24/7 sex driven maniac who disposed of men who couldn’t compete with her bizarre sexual demands. Whether or not this is true, it doesn’t fucking matter. "She's the number one fuck of the century."